The Purpose Of My Life Had Always

Some Nights It Was A Melee, Literally, Where I'd Be Standing Trying To Defend Myself For What I Was Doing. People Would Be Screaming At Me To Do My Old Act, And Getting Actually Violent And Angry At Me.

My Soul Is Not Contained Within The Limits Of My Body; My Body Is Contained Within The Limitlessness Of My Soul.

Any1 Who Would Run Out To Buy An Assault Rifle After The Newtown Massacre Has Very Little Left In Their Body Or Soul Worth Protecting. ;^

I Hope Everybody Could Get Rich And Famous.

I Don't Care If People Think I Am An Overactor, As Long As They Enjoy What I Do. People Who Think That Would Call Van Gogh An Overpainter.